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Psychology Of Falling In Love

Discussion in 'Literature Library' started by Darcy, Mar 23, 2017.

  1. Darcy

    Darcy Strongest Blade in Valor

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    Dec 11, 2016
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    Chapter One

    "Hansel Anderson," I began as I flipped through the man's file, reading it aloud as I went along. "You were in the military for about a year working as an engineer before you were assigned to a psychiatrist after multiple offenses of disobeying codes of conduct and purposefully causing a plane accident. While no one was killed, both pilots on the plane were hospitalized."
    My eyes flicked up from the papers to the man who sat in front of my desk. Hansel sat lazily on the cushioned chair, one leg over the other, drumming his thin fingers on the armrest, an absent grin resting on his lips as he looked at me. He kind of looked like the guy who played Thor in the movies. Chris Somethingworth. All dirty blonde hair, muscles, easy looking face, and blue eyes that always looked like they were daydreaming. Only Hansel was slimmer and had hands and arms covered with light scars from machine work. But I wasn't admiring him. I was watching his face and posture, looking for the signs of shame and nervousness- fidgeting, broken eye contact, swallowing, the rubbing of his arm for comfort, so on and so forth. Hansel displayed none of it. He just sat there, looking like he wanted to nap. I felt the same; it was midnight, and I was working on half a cup of coffee.
    But I had to deal with this guy first.
    He was tapping his fingers along to the rhythm of the clock on the wall, one that ticked for every second. I hated that damn clock. I wanted to rip it off the wall and smash it. Maybe that would make this awful silence more tolerable.
    "From there you went to court and wasn't found guilty of any real crime, but had to pay a fine to the families of the injured, which you refused to do. You were assigned the social worker there, Harriet Douglass, who diagnosed you with antisocial personality disorder. After failed attempts at treatment, you were sent to me." I looked at him again, this time spotting an amused smirk of sorts forming on his lips.
    "Of course she couldn't treat me. There's nothing wrong with me," Hansel claimed confidently. "Nothing at all."
    His words made me stop for a moment. I've only dealt with so many people with antisocial before, as it's not the most common disorder, but it's usually rather obvious that something is off. Even they at times know what they do isn't right, but they do it anyway. They don't care. This man thought there was nothing wrong with him.
    Perhaps Harriet had been wrong.
    Perhaps she misdiagnosed him.
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  2. Seprix

    Seprix Patron Sint

    Jan 19, 2015
    Well clearly there's something wrong with him if he's purposefully crashing things for the fun of it and not obeying the law. I would say it's a much more serious thing even than some antisocial thing.
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